There are pluses and minuses to living in small town USA, and never are the minuses more apparent than when dealing with sex. Having an affair is tough, because everybody knows everybody and gossip abounds. Porno is pretty much an internet thing, and bars are just that, bars. Nothing else.
Well actually, that part is not entirely true. Which becomes one of the pluses. Every so often a bar in a rural area decides to try and be different. Occasionally, that difference can the addition of "exotic" dancers. I use the term "exotic" advisedly because these little rural places can't afford to bring in any kind of traveling dancers, it's strictly local talent. Which has it's pluses and minuses.
It seems to me that there are three broad categories of women who provide the local talent in our little corner of the world. The first is the sweet young girl who thinks working in a strip club is like "Flashdance," her big break in show biz. These girls are pretty, dance great, but won't go near any of the customers. They also don't last very long. Fun to watch, though.
The second type are the mercenaries. Yep, pros. Some are outright prostitutes who start every lap dance by almost blowing your eardrum in and then say "Mmmmm, you're so sexy, want a date later?" Even if they are not outright pros, the mercenaries are usually not much fun, they look bored, distracted and won't lift a finger unless you got your Jackson out.
The third type is a gold mine. She is a natural exhibitionist and loves to get the attention of men. Because they are not always stacked and gorgeous, you probably won't find these kind of women in the big city clubs. They usually don't dance as well as the "Flashdance" girls, and will either not last very long or become mercenary. But when you find one of these you treat her well because she is precious. Find a club with two or three of these girls and it is well worth driving over four or five counties to get there, as we are talking serious fun.
I was a little out of sorts on a Thursday night, so I drove out the Sugar Shack. The Shack is out on the county line a good half hour drive from home. The Shack is a low one-storey building at a crossroads. A small platform is in one corner and round tables that seat four people are scattered around a dark non-descript room. The dancers play their own music on a boom box which sits behind them on the floor of the stage. We are talking real rural here!
Three dancers were working, two "Flashdancers" and one pro. I had seen the pro before and stayed as far away as possible. After a bit, I enticed one of the flashdancers over to my table and we talked for quite a while, a pretty girl with blonde shoulder length, curly hair, tall with nice breasts. It's kind of nice talking to a near naked woman at some length about the weather, sports, her classes and the like, but knowing that nothing else is going to happen, I can only stay at it for so long.
About 11 o'clock I paid up my bill, left a nice tip for my conversation partner and hit the cool night air. As I got into my car I debated with myself whether to head home or look for another place I had heard about. It was called the PlayPen or something. Who the heck names these places anyway? It was over in the next county. After a short debate and a look at the map, I decided to head over. I could always call in sick tomorrow.
About a half hour later I was pulling into the gravel parking lot of Peggy's Playground, a tiny looking building with a sign in danger of falling over which simply said "dancers." Not very promising, but having driven all this way, I went in.
As I literally ducked through the door, the place immediately lived down to my expectations. On one wall was a small raised platform, it had rope around it so it looked like a tiny boxing ring. There were tables scattered around with no one sitting at them. On the other side of the tables, two empty couches were in semi-darkness. A bored looking blond was in the ring, shuffling her feet, sort of. She had on a green bikini and high heels. About a dozen guys were in the place, all at the bar. Not even one guy was looking in the direction of the blonde. I figured one beer, then I was on my way home.
I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. Even in a dump like this they charge $2.50, just because they have a girl in the place. I figured the dancer must be a pro since everyone was avoiding her. I sat at the bar and nursed my beer for a few minutes. Then I got my first surprise of the evening. The bartender said "Last call, guys." Geez, it was only 11:45, most places closed at one or two, two being the official closing time. I was even more surprised when no one ordered another drink, and only one guy got up and left. This seemed curious to me. Green bikini kept shuffling around, but made no move to strip down further.
A little over 10 minutes later the barkeep announced "OK, that's it gentlemen" and shut off the lights behind the bar. Again, no one got up to leave, including me. The bartender came around the bar, went to the front door and locked it. I was really getting nervous at this point, here I was in a strange bar and the bartender said the place was closed and now he had locked us in! This was too weird. I watched as the bartender walked around the perimeter of the place and finally exited in to a back room.
At the same time he entered the doorway, a woman was coming out. She was stark naked, except for a pair of high heels. Truth be told, I wish she had some clothes on. She was on the short side and little pudgy. She got better as she got closer. Her face was round and framed by short dark hair that spilled down in soft curls. A big smile was inside full red lips. As she walked my way, I realized that she looked a lot more friendly than sexy. I could easily see her in a flowered dress walking down Main Street. Now, it is not often that I dress up women with my eyes!
While I was watching her, the blonde had walked up and was standing in front of me. In one hand she had a bowl full of bills and in her outstretched hand she had a single condom. When I turned and saw her, I was a bit startled, I didn't see her come over to me. She stood for a moment with her hand out, but said nothing. Finally she said, "You don't have to if you don't want to," and walked down to the next guy. You could say I was a mite confused at this point, but very curious.
By this time the brunette from the back had reached me. She hopped up on the stool next to me and said "Hi, Sweety, this your first time here?"
"Yeah, pretty obvious, isn't it?"
She laughed.
"Oh, yeah. Most of the guys here are regulars. We're kinda out of the way."
